At St Severine's School for
Turbulent Girl, young ladies between the ages of eighteen and twenty-one are
sent receive the discipline they so desperately require...

In
these three sexy stories, three innocent and not so innocent young woman are
punished for their sins....

Story 1: Punishing Penelope

Penelope may be from a good
family, but her rebellious nature lands her in constant trouble. Finally, her
parents have had enough, and send her to St Severine's for correction.

Story 2: Spanking Selena

Selena is eighteen, and is
already wed. But she is simply too shy to perform her wifely duties. In
frustration, her husband sends her to St Severine's.

Story 3: Taming Tabitha

Tabitha
is a bad, bad girl. But at St Severine's, she is about to meet her match.

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PG Excerpt -----

A horse-drawn carriage waited
for me, and I was to sit alone inside of it - I was under strict orders to
refrain from conversing with the coachman. My mother and father looked at me,
the harsh expressions of last night melting away as they realized that this was
happening - at eighteen years old, their precious daughter was being sent away.
One last time, I decided to ask the question that they'd seemed uncomfortable
with answering.

'Where am I going?'

My father heaved a sigh as
the coachman came to retrieve my suitcase and put it in the boot of the
carriage. Seeing as there was no turning back now, he decided to explain my
fate to me, for which I was immensely thankful.

'We're sending you to
Saint Severine's School for Turbulent Young Ladies. You'll attend for three
years, after which the faculty will send you back home to us. If you work hard
enough, you might be able to come back even earlier.' He explained, his
eyebrows furrowing in a guilty fashion that made me somewhat nervous.

'What am I going to
learn there?'

My father looked down at his
feet briefly, before shifting his gaze over to my mother. She bit her lip
worriedly as she looked at me - I knew that this school was not going to be a
pleasant experience for me, and the fact that my parents deemed it acceptable
to send me there was infuriating.

I frowned, muttering my goodbyes. My parents saw me off with
as much empathy and emotion as they could muster, and I climbed into the
carriage with the utmost reluctance. The coachman took his seat at the front of
the carriage, and suddenly, we were off. I closed my eyes, willing myself to
sleep - I knew that this ride was going to be a long one.